Way down South

S. Homer

An azure sky, a warm brown face,

Soft black eyes and a dazzling mouth,

A red bandanna, touched with gold--

And this is the color, 'way down South.

A bird that plays on a mocking flute,

A melting drawl from a smiling mouth,

A tinkling banjo hid in the shade --

And this is the music, 'way down South.